And I know they know about each other I think these bitches tryna set me up Maybe I’m just paranoid Seen two of my bitches in the club Yeah, I’m paranoid, I’m trippin' I’ve been smoking, I’ve been sippin' I’m fuckin' 'round with two bitches But I never

I'm upraised a feeling I can't explain My soul aches still searching is my refrain I, I still believe A lifetime of searching Questioning existence and purpose From the setting sun To the vast expanses Death from birth in reverse

You're so supreme The lyrics I write of you, scheme Just for the sight of you, dream Both day and night of you 'Cause I can't get started with you I've flown around the world in a plane I've settled revolutions in Spain The North Pole I have charted But

I'm a busy man There's a little boy out in the driveway His basketball in hand Saying Daddy could we play a little one on one You pat him on the back and say not now son His sister's out on the sidewalk Setting up a lemonade stand Hey Daddy don't you

Night and stars above that shine so bright The myst'ry of their fading light That shines upon our caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the sand so I may keep The mem'ry of our caravan This is so exciting You are so inviting Resting in my arms

Stand up fucking tall Don't let them see your back Take my fucking hand And never be afraid again We could be perfect one last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take my hand

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is

There's an empty space inside my heart Where the weeds take root I'll set you free 'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick Do what you want So now I'll set you free Slowly we unfurl As lotus flowers Just to see what if

Are the words I couldn't say And no one else to blame All I can hear in the silence that remains What do I do now that you're gone? No back up plan, no second chance In a book in a box in the closet In a line in a song I once heard In a moment on a front

Ooh, when life moves this slowly Ooh, just try and let it go Mommy's in the kitchen cooking up something good And daddy's on the sofa, pride of the neighborhood My brother's in the ballet, it seems he's got it set And I'll be up at midnight with my